Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 10:44:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Devaro
Subject: Dreaming of a Basement Train
This is the first time I've actually submitted anything like this for
publication, so I hope you enjoy. The story is as follows:
We were in the basement of some industrial building. The lighting was poor
and the room was dusty and unkempt. The only pieces of furniture in the
large area were a card table and a couple of couches. You had me on my
knees, sucking your cock. I was so horny I was out of control, slurping
your juices and dripping precum from my own member.The room was full of
people I didn't know. All of them naked, surrounding us, watching, and
stroking themselves.
You came in my throat and roughly stood me up and pushed me onto my back on
the card table. You pulled my butt plug out of my ass and threw it on the
floor before thrusting into me to the hilt.
You told me to start stroking the closest two bystanders off. I was shy and
awkward at first, but I was really horny and enjoying the feeling of you
pushing in and out of me. I was getting turned on by being your public
slut, so I did what you told me to do.
You told them all to gather around and cum on your toy. People were
surrounding us, watching you pump away as they jerked themselves off on
me. After a while you told me to flip over and I got on my knees for you on
the floor.
The cement was cold and hard, but I put my ass in the air and arched my
back so that my face touched the floor. You started fucking me doggy-style
while everyone watched.
You told one of them to make use of the other end. He came around and stood
in front of me, hard as a rock. You told me to open my mouth and suck him
off. I turned my head away in protest, but you slapped my ass so hard it
echoed off the walls and told me to do as I was told. The guy firmly turned
my head back towards his cock and pushed himself into my mouth. He started
pumping like he was fucking my face.
I felt like a whore, and it felt pretty good. I was bouncing back and forth
on and off of both of your cocks until the other guy said he was about to
come. You told him to cover me, so he backed up a little and spurted all
over my face, in my hair, on my shoulders, and on my back. You told the
next one to get in line.
His cock was already slippery from his own precum, so I turned away from it
in protest again. You flipped me onto my back and slapped my cock hard a
couple of times.You threw me onto the card table again so that my head was
hanging off the end of the table. You handcuffed my hands behind my back
and forced me to straddle it on my stomach, head still hanging off the end.
"Are you going to be a good slut," you demanded angrily. "Do you even want
to be used like you deserve?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly. "Teach me to behave."
You pushed your cock into my ass again and watched as the other guy grabbed
my head and pushed into my mouth. It went like that, one after another,
until four of them had sprayed on me. I was drenched in cum, everywhere. I
was slippery with it. My face was dripping with ropes of it.
You were nearing a bone-rattling climax, so you pulled out, took off your
condom and pushed in and out between my legs until you came in spurts over
my ass cheeks and back. Someone moved in to take your place, but you told
them that my asshole was yours. You said they could have anything else,
with your permission, but that.
You started taking pictures as I got on my knees and stroked/sucked whoever
got close enough. You got a little harder every time someone came on
me. After a couple minutes, you started to rub my cock slowly and pushed me
onto my back. You started fucking me again while you squeezed my erection
and flicked my head with your fingers.
I came harder than I ever had before.
You scooped the streaks of my cum, along with others', off of my stomach
and smeared it on my face, pushing your fingers into my mouth.
"Now go find somewhere to rest," you said. "You need to be ready again in
an hour. There are a lot of people you still need to service."
I went to the corner of the room and laid on the floor. The cement was icy
cold against my sweat and cum soaked back. I could feel the crust forming
where some of the oldest cum was drying in my hair and on my skin. Gritty
bits of dust and debris stuck to my sticky skin, but I didn't care. I was
too busy thinking about what would happen in an hour.